Marsha and I had gone to the same high school, but she had been a few years ahead of me, and I probably never would have know who she was if it hadn't been for those damn contacts. They were bright red, and scared the shit out of me every time I saw them down the hall.
I should mention, I was a good church kid, and my father had told me from a young age that if I ever got a girl pregnant, he would chop my dick off, and make me marry her. It wouldn't have mattered though. I was always too shy to even ask a girl out. I was never invited to parties, didn't kiss a girl, didn't hardly know what a pussy was until I was a teenager. So a few years later, when I found out that the sexy scary chick with the red eyes needed a dance partner for a ballroom dance class I had taken a year before, I figured, what the hell, let's do this.
The class was a lot of fun, though a bit awkward the first week. We hadn't seen each other in years, and hadn't known each other back then, so we chatted about tv shows and old high school theatre shows as we danced. By the end of the night, we were great friends, laughing and joking, and decided to swap numbers so we could hang out outside class.
We ended up deciding to go to the local pub to shoot some pool. At first, it was nothing special, shoot pool, drink, shoot some more. Then I mentioned she had a nice ass (it really was fantastic) and she asked why I hadn't grabbed it yet if I liked it so much. Sure I'm shy, but I couldn't let that opportunity pass. As she lined up to take her next shot, I came in close behind her, hand on her ass, and whispered, "like this" into her ear as I pinched her ass. She pulled up and missed her shot. We both walked to the tall bar next to the window to sip our drinks again, and this time I slipped my hand down the back of her pants, massaging her ass cheeks. After a moment, I pulled out my hand, smacked her ass, and went back to playing pool, but grabbing her ass every chance I got.
As the evening got later and later, we grew tired of playing, so we decided to have a pizza. I sat, and she came over to stand in front of me. After a few slices, I decided I was hungry for something else. The whiskey was doing its work as I pulled her in closer to me, and began to massage her pussy from outside her pants. She began to breathe heavily, so I knew I must have been doing something right. I glanced around, we were in the far corner where no one ever looked. I unzipped her pants, and stuck my finger in, pushing past her panties, and began fingering her, rubbing her clit, and sticking my finger as far up her pussy as I could reach.
I leaned into her ear and whispered, "damn, somebody's wet?"
This only got me a hasty, "yeah, that's your fucking fault asshole!" with a wicked smile.
I began to rub my thumb on her clit, as I continued to slowly finger fuck her, every now and then pulling out so I could get a taste, or give her one. We kept this up, her biting her lip, mumbling something about how we should find somewhere to go, and barely suppressing a moan, me just enjoying driving her mad. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone coming, and quickly pulled out and stood up as the two old lady bartenders walked over, saying they needed to take our dishes.
We took the hint, saying it was late and time to go, even as we walked towards the car. I was sucking my finger, and got several "nice job"s as well as, "you kids have fun"s as we left. That was just the start to the night.
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